Sunday, January 27, 2013

Here (Here Trilogy #1) By Ella James Book Tour. Excerpts and 5 Star review

by Ella James 
Published February 15th 2012 by Barkley's Books (first published January 1st 2012)

Milo Mitchell's life used to be charmed, but that was before her family dissolved, she went a little crazy, and her best friends started acting more like strangers. Spending Saturday morning in a treehouse with a stun gun for company and a herd of deer for friends is the only exciting thing in her life...until she shoots a fawn and finds her dart stuck in a guy.
Her gorgeous victim is dressed in a Brioni tux and armed with a hanky. He has no idea who or where he is. Afraid her dart caused his amnesia, Milo takes him in, names him Nick, and vows to help him solve his mystery. Soon the pair find Nick's face in a newspaper obituary, and Nick beings to have strange, ethereal memories of Milo--who is sure she's never met him. Suddenly Nick knows things he shouldn't know and is doing things he shouldn't do. When the Department of Defense shows up, Nick and Milo run--toward a shocking conclusion that could destroy both their worlds.


About this author

Ella James is the author of Stained and Stolen, books one and two in the Stained Series; HERE, book one in a sci-fi romance trilogy; and Before You Go, a romance YA beach read that tells the first meeting of Logan and Margo, who will be featured in her upcoming adult release, Over The Moon. She has a YA paranormal romance release scheduled for every month of 2012, including Chosen (Stained Book Three) in June and the second HERE book in July.

Ella is inviting readers to help her write a shapeshifter romance, which is plotted via polls and questions on her blog and her Facebook page.

Ella lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her wonderful husband, opinionated baby, and mopey dog. 

Ella is inviting readers to help her write a shapeshifter romance, which is plotted via polls and questions on her blog and her Facebook page. 
Ella lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her wonderful husband, opinionated baby, and mopey dog. 

My Review

Wow, I loved this book, and when I say Loved, I mean in the same way I Love the Lux series by Jennifer L Armentrout. This is right up there with that one! I want to keep this as spoiler free as I can, as part of the great excitement in reading this was not knowing, like back in the day, before Twilight got big, and I had read it, not knowing anything but my daughter saying its great, read it, so I did. So that same suspense was here, the not knowing what someone is. I loved it. I started to suspect something, but didn’t know what. I read it in one sitting just today, once I started I could not put it down. I carried my kindle all around doing a few things, and neglecting many, and hiding for some of it, so I can read, lol.

Yeah, so I am not going to tell you. It’s just great. It’s written so well, and the plot flows along nice. It goes back and forth from Milo and Nick’s point of view which is great. Loved being inside his head as well. I really liked Milo, and found myself loving Nick, he is so sweet, and how he cares for Milo is something. I am truly hooked.

It was like taking a bit of the Bourne Identity, doing some great paranormal whammy on it, through in some x-men and some Luxen, and big dash of I am Number Four, and you almost have this book. I do think a different name would have benefitted this book a lot. I do like the cover; it’s pleasant and fits for sure.

I can’t wait to read book two. This is a hard review to write without giving away the biggest part of it. The part that not knowing makes it so exciting. I warn you, do Not go read the blurb for the second book, it’s a major spoiler for this one. Just saying.

I give 5 huge stars out of 5. It’s an awesome story, and a cliffhanger too, but not too bad, it’s bearable, as long as the wait isn’t too long.

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Excerpt One
water from a metal thermos and tried not to think about my hunger, which couldn’t be satiated in nose-range of the deer. The sun climbed higher, raining a kaleidoscope of golden light over Dad’s bulky suede jacket and my camo pants. As I read, my hair sparkled in my periphery, a blanket of glossy brown, with red highlights glinting in the sun. I blew into my balled-up hands. Applied a scentless beeswax chapstick.
I couldn’t warm up. And I was bored. Tracking deer was a terrible idea. I could be playing paintball.
I flipped to my favorite scene.
“Gatsby believed in that green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the—”
I heard a loud crunch, and my eyes leapt from the page. Blitzen! The herd’s largest male had a star-shaped scar across his shoulder. He stood by a holly bush fifteen or twenty yards away, sniffing the air, his nostrils snorting out puffs of steam. Right behind him was Madonna, the alpha female, and then Brutus, a younger male who sometimes challenged Blitzen. Soon they were all there, including little Ashlyn, one of the youngest fawns, and my target.
I should’ve been crouching, but I hadn’t expected them until closer to four. Since there was no way I could sight Ashlyn—or any of them—from my spot flat on my butt, I stood slowly and ducked through the bridge’s two rail-ropes, rising into a sort of squirrel-eating-nut position, with my arms up near my face and my feet balancing on the edge of the cedar planks.
My fingers folded, steady, around the handle of the gun. I leaned my head down, peering through the sight. A breeze stirred the bridge; the rope above my head brushed against the top of my hair. My body felt pinched. Stiff. And then, finally, I had her. Ashlyn side-stepped, her small flank bumping into teenage Aiden’s long, strong throat. Aiden strode forward, and there!
In the moment that the dart shot out, I felt a rush of pure elation. As it sailed toward little Ashlyn, I watched the frozen herd, processing the milliseconds till the dart would hit, Ashlyn would fall, the rest would bolt.
But that’s not how it happened.
As my breath puffed out, creating a pale cloud that lent the scene a gauzy haze, I felt a bite of what could only be described as shock. My limbs and torso locked; my lungs went still. There was a flash of golden light, like a solar flare, except for one protracted second it was all there was. All there ever would be.
Then it receded, twisting the trees’ shadows, mangling the forest floor. The creek spilled forth on fast forward. My blood boomed like a gunshot in my ears.
I searched for Ashlyn’s body, but she wasn’t there. A boy was.

Excerpt Two
“Um… Hey,” I said. “Are you okay?”
He looked at me like he’d forgotten I was there. His mouth was pinched tight now, his brown eyes flat.
“Do you feel bad?” I asked; my voice quivered.
My victim shook his head. “No.” His mouth moved slowly, as if testing out the word. “I don’t feel…bad.”
“Are you sure?” I was leaning forward now, hands clenched in my lap.
“I don’t know.” The words were mumbled, like he’d just woken up…which he kind of had.
The guy stared blankly at his legs, and I felt the chilly air condense. “Do you feel confused?” I tried. “Like, dizzy?”
His eyes lifted. They were darker and more guarded than before.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m pretty good at medical stuff and—”
He shook his head. Like I was a fly buzzing in his ear. Then, without warning, he lumbered up.
He’d seemed tall all sprawled out, but at his full height, he looked even taller: easily above six feet. There was something about him that brought to mind James Dean—all swarthy and mussed, like he’d just rolled out of bed and was spoiling for a fight.
I jumped up, too. One minute, I was racking my brain for what to do. The next, he was walking—well, weaving—along the creek.
“Hey, wait! Hold on a second!”
But he wasn’t holding on for anybody. He jabbed his hands into his pants pockets and shouldered through the firs, moving with surprising coordination for someone who’d just been sedated.
It felt like forever that I chased him, his big, dark form the center of my world. If I couldn’t catch him, what would I do? What had I done?
A few strides later it didn’t matter. He sighted the pancake rock and froze mid-step. Then he turned a slow circle, his face a mask of baffled disbelief. He raised his arms, turning his palms out, toward me.
“Where am I,” he asked flatly, “and what the hell am I doing here?”

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